The difference is I wasn't and I'm still not looking for a lifetime love story. I remember the days when I was, and I look back and I feel sad. I was caught up and I didn't know what to do if I wasn't able to find it; now that I think about it, that was the very fact. When you've been through heartbreaks your walls get higher, and when promises are broken your ignorance lowers. I believed him when he said "mine forever," which was a mistake. So I didn't believe the next one or the next one. Time is fleeting but so are feelings. He could have loved me a second and then never again. I don't pity him nor do I reprimand his choices. Actually, I'll agree and let him free. Why keep something that isn't yours anymore? Why falter on ideas of "forever" when everything at this age is just so temporary?